Chapter Eleven
Nate
I’d barely slept at all when I jolted awake. My body shot up into a sitting position, but I flopped back on the pillow with a groan.
“Oh, fuck.”
My head throbbed from all the beer, and my body was all damp, as if I’d had a fever that broke overnight.
I bet I smell like our locker room on game day.
“How are you, Frat Boy?”
Blood surged into my dick when Vee breathed ‘Frat Boy’ like he was tracing the word along my skin.
Don’t even think about going there...
Talking myself out of it did nothing. The memories from last night hit all at once, sharp as they stole my breath. And fuck. Yeah, I was hard.
My zipper wouldn’t survive this much longer. I needed a shower fast, needed to get this, whatever the hell this was, out of my system.
Had he slipped something into my water? Blewits could do that. They turned a person inside out with want.
Not that I’d ever tried anything with my frat brothers. Obviously.
“Okay,” I managed, clearing my throat like that might fix anything. “I, uh… should take a shower.”
I made the mistake of looking at him in broad daylight.
Vee was…devastating. All sculpted lines and quiet beauty, the kind of man who made you forget your name.
If he told me to kneel, I’d be on the floor so fast we’d both be embarrassed, and I’d thank him for it.
I wouldn’t even pretend to care.
He could do whatever he wanted to me
I’d been wrong about the feathers at his throat. They weren’t black but a deep, mossy green and covered his massive chest. My eyes clung to his shirt, which looked moments from giving out under the strain of his pecs.
Holy shit, I’d groped him last night, squeezed his pecs and licked his nipples.
His beak and comb were the same color as an expensive red wine. The contrast was striking. I couldn’t see his bottom half, but the memory of his hard dick pressed against mine was still fresh in my mind.
Vee smirked and I blushed like a teenage girl.
“I’ll show you the bathroom in a minute.”
He stood, and, unfortunately for my self-control, that put his dick at perfect mouth height if I sat up.
Terrible. Fantastic. Kill me.
He left the room and returned with clothes draped over one arm.
“You can put these on.”
“What?” I managed, sitting up slowly and gripping the blanket like it might save my dignity or at least hide my boner trying to break free.